I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.

Love is like a child, That longs for everything it can come by

I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.

A sad tale's best for winter. I have one of sprites and goblins.

Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.

A woman's fitness comes by fits.